Sebastian continued to look down at his lap, despite Jim’s proximity. “No sir. I have no further appropriate comments.“
He glanced across at Jim’s feet which were not trickling blood onto the floor; staining the glass and trickling into the seams between the floorboards.He knew Jim wanted him to look up, but he resolved to wait for the request (or indeed the order) for him to do so. He knew that his initiative was the last thing that Jim wanted right now; that his boss just wanted him to submit to his command and will to reassert the power.
Jim retracted his fingers from Sebastian’s knee, but didn’t move away. He felt as though movement right now would mess him up more, it’d halt his thoughts and ruin his wavering control for good. He was trying to calm himself, not at all happy with the turn of events, but his mind was racing and some of the different scenarios seemed tempting at the moment.
He breathed in deeply, calmingly, and out again in a rush, not at calmed.
"Sebastian."
He stopped a little, thinking through his next words. Thinking of different outcomes, anger still running under his skin.
"You know what I’m supposed to do to you now, right?"